She wraps him roond wi' giants handmeek! his neck it canna standthe weight o' his ain muckle headshe pulls him of, its time fair bedBut wi nowt tae fill his mawOut comes his biling crabbit ca'His wabbit face now girning redhe's got good lungs, - was what they said

She hushed and cooed and swung him roundand fair the first time she slowly foundthe way to calm him out his birlquiet now his fingers curland its his turn for furrowed browhush yer sel's - he's sleepin now

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